You cheeky devil, she chided, and he knew it. What a delight it was to indulge in her desires, and take the blame for distracting her from her duties. It was all too familiar to him, a testament to his upbringing, just in reverse. He preferred it this way, though. It was more exciting, as selfish as that was. Lovett felt the way she arched into his touch, and was unable to stop the tiny sigh from making its way from his lips.

My deepest apologies, my Queen. He breathed, not really sounding sorry at all, but he knew that's what Briar wanted. He did not dare offer himself as a reward, because he already was one. She did not need permission to use him as such. To think she might want to be caught was a little humorous, but he would accept if that's what she truly wanted.

Yes, how hard, he agreed in a whisper, just loud enough for her to hear from her spot against his delicate spine. To think one well placed nip might have him limp, helpless to resist her any and every desire... such sinful thoughts had him shivering. A terrible, wonderful fantasy it was, one he could not help indulging when he was so close to her, close enough to hear her very blood thrum in her veins.

The sudden flex of muscles had him dodging away, though not as fast as he would have liked. Lovett had reminded himself this was the game they were playing, but it was difficult to keep his head about him when they were so close... and Briar knew it. Her teeth grazed his neck tantalisingly, enough to tear at the hairs but not quite the skin. And, what a shame that was, as he was already tearing away from her, heart thrumming in his chest with a delightful combination of fear and arousal.